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My feet pound the ground

Like the running of elk

As I stream down the gravel driveway

Filled with memories I suddenly

Don't want anymore

The driving rain blinds me, but

I run on heedless, always putting one foot

Ahead

of

the

other

Left

Right

Left

Right

Until the pattern is I

And I am the pattern

And my legs pump, each vein flowing with pure acid

And with each step I die

But I can never

Ever

Ever

Get far enough away from the house

I am running from

And the girl inside

Who's secrets I can't untie

And who's demenor and beauty

*only to I, only to I*

Attract my obsession, which I

Stuff

away

into the dark corner of my mind

where it's nice and quiet and she

isn't haunting me

And with each step

I feel her soft skin beneath my strong hands

as I rub the knots of her back away,

leaving her tired and relaxed

*When someone rubs my back, it tenses to the breaking point*

and leaves me empty and sore

but happy, to help her

instead of I

And I run and run and run and run

but I can't get away

and my shirt is soaked with rain

tears from heaven

tears from a god who doesn't care

but decides to let it rain

or maybe he was urinating on me

to show me

how much of a fool I am

but maybe not

and now I stop

collapse

fall

to the ground

and I wonder why I ran

like the hamster in the wheel

that can't get anywhere

and I cry alone

on the gravel streetside

pouring out my tears into the falling rains

and in that moment

a part of me died

and I wiped the tears away

and I went back to my house, walking

serenely

sure of my sanity once more

and I looked upon the house

but felt nothing

for that died

on the street

 

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CiodenDarkeye

Initiate of The Pen

Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience

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